I’m sorry that I’m busy // Shawn Mendes
Request: Can you make a fanfic about Shawn & a girl where she goes on tour with Shawn, but she feels them getting distant from each other? She stays on the bus and continues to support him & after awhile (lots of talks between them) they make up?
authors note: I’m not feeling too good about this one but I felt the need to post something since its been a while
This was possibly the most boring job I’d been assigned on the tour yet. Shawn had me unpacking possibly hundreds of boxes filled with his latest album and my job was to check that each one had been signed by him. Then, get this, I had to put them all back.
I was feeling much like one of his crew members rather than his girlfriend. It had been this way for quite a while though, Shawn doing his thing. Going out with the boys to celebrate after his show and somehow ‘forgetting’ to ask me if I wanted to go as well.
He usually claims that he thought I’d rather stay on the tour bus or in the hotel room. Ever since the San Francisco show where two fans had became a bit too obsessive over me, I’d been banished to the bus.
I sigh, letting one of the CD’s drop back into the cardboard box and I walk over to the mini lounge, flopping back into the smooth leather. I missed Shawn. My mind wondering to what he might be doing right now. He didn’t say where he was going when he left this morning- just saying that Andrew would find me something to do to pass the time.
By pass the time he meant unpack boxes.
Having enough of the silence, I grab my phone and ID card that were laying on the coffee table and climb off the bus, heading towards the arena. I nod at the security guard standing by the back entrance as he knew who I was- he’d been travelling with us from show to show.
The next door however, my ID was checked. I could hear a guitar in the distance and I head straight for one of the gates that lead into the arena. I walk out into one of the top stands- a fairly large stadium layed out below me.
My gaze draws towards a figure on stage. Shawn. I make my way down the stairs and find a seat- on the right side of the stage but close enough that if Shawn looked up he recognize who I was.
I laugh lightly as Shawn dances around the stage, his head bobbing to the beat. I guess my voice echoed because Shawn’s head snaps up to look at me and his strumming stops.
“Y/n?” He calls and I nod. He shouts something else.
“What?” I call, leaning forward in my seat.
He shouts it again.
“I can’t hear you?” I laugh at his disgruntled expression and he places his guitar on the ground before running off stage. Its a minute before I hear his footsteps trailing down the stairs.
He takes one of the spare seats next to me, his knee brushing my thigh.
“Didn’t know you were here,” Shawn mumbles, leaning forward to kiss my temple.
“Thought I would take a break from CD sorting.” I chuckle, shaking my head in distaste.
“So that’s what Andrew had you doing,” He chuckles, chucking an arm over my shoulders yet his gaze stays locked on his guitar on stage- as if he was guarding it.
“Yeah, hey listen I was thinking.” I pause and Shawn slowly looks away to meet my eyes. “Do you want to do something? Maybe go get some lunch or we could go to the park?” I ask, smiling at the prospect of spending time with my boyfriend. He’d been so focused on shows recently that I’d barely seen him the past couple weeks.
“You know I can’t.” He dismisses me, a frown on his face.
“What? Why not?” I ask, eyes widening in surprise.
“I have a lot to do here, besides I’m sure you can find something else to-”
“Don’t you dare tell me to find something else to do.” I move to stand up, his arm falling from my shoulders.
“I’m sorry I can’t spend every second with you Y/n. I’m a busy guy.” his tone is clipped and I feel my anger burn.
“I’m not asking to spend every second with you Shawn.” I snap, shuffling out the isle and back up the stairs. He gets up and follows.
“No need to walk away like this.” He calls and I spin around to face him.
“You don’t even understand do you Shawn?” I shout, my frustration spilling over.
“Understand what?” He growls, fists clenching.
“I’m not some dog that you can leave at home and will still show you love and attention, no matter what, when you arrive back.” I glare daggers at him. “I don’t want to be on the bus 24/7 packing and unpacking CD’s because that’s all Andrew’s got for me to do.”
He scrunches his eyebrows, confusion written on his face.
“I want to be with you and see what you do.” My tone is so desperate that I sound like I’m whining. I hate that I’m like this in front of him but I was so sick of being treated this way.
“I’m not trying to sound like a kid Shawn but I’m bored. You really wanted me to come on tour with you but now that I’m here, I feel like I’m being tucked away into a small corner and not allowed out.”
“I’ve asked you to go out with the boys and I.” Shawn retorts and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, the first night, ever since then you barely tell me anything.”
“I’m sorry that I’m busy.”
I sigh, turning away from him. I reach the top stair when his hand wraps around my arm, tugging me back to look at him.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, begging me to tell him something to fix the brewing fight. Shawn hated conflict between us and within the two years that we’d been dating, this was maybe our 3rd or 4th major fight.
“Let me come to your show tonight.” I say outright, no hesitation.
“No.” Shawn says, no hesitation.
“What do you mean no?” I yank my hand out of his vice like grip, my glare returning.
“I don’t want you there tonight.” My jaw drops and I stare at him in disbelief.
“The fans are being particularly sensitive right now and I just want them to have a good time.” He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to realise he just dug himself his own grave.
“They’ve had two years to get used to us Shawn.” I frown, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Some are still upset over it.” He defends, eyes narrowing at me.
“So you’d keep your own girlfriend locked up just to keep a few thousand of girls happy?”
“I’m not locking you up Y/n. Its just the tour bus.” he says with a faint smile as if he was trying to make me feel better.
“Forget it Shawn. I’ll just go back to the bus. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll just go home.” His face pales.
“I don’t want you to go home.” he rushes to say, tripping up the stairs to follow me as I make my way back out the arena.
“Make up your mind Shawn. One minute you don’t want me here and the next you do.”
“I want you here but I don’t want the fans to see you. They get upset- like those girls from San Francisco.” Shawn’s voice argues from behind me but I keep my pace firm, always a couple steps ahead.
“First off Shawn,” I call back to him. “You are always going to have fans around you so if you don’t want fans to see me then we might as well break up because there is no way I’m doing a secret relationship.”
“You don’t mean that?” Shawn’s voice cracks and I stop and face him.
“Secondly, the fans in San Francisco weren’t upset by us. They were asking questions about us and I answered them. They got hysterical because they found us cute. Shawn, they cried because we were cute, alright?” My anger seeps through my words.
He freezes. I cannot almost see my words turning over in his head.
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” He accuses, his own anger coming to the table.
“You never gave me a chance- just shoved me on the bus and we never spoke of it again.”
“Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out for my hand. I hold his gaze for a moment, watching the anger disappear until his eyes are the warm brown color I love again. I put my hand in his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain.” I’m tugged into his arms, my head buried into the crook of his neck. I sigh softly, letting his hands trace soothing patterns on my back and sure enough, my anger is gone as well.
“I forgive you.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“I thought they were upset and I thought you were upset. I thought it was best if you and the fans just took some time apart.” He kisses my forehead softly.
“I love that you tried to protect us Shawn, but you should have asked what happened.” I tell him softly, not wanting to provoke another fight.
“I’m also sorry that I left you alone unpacking CD’s all day.” He chuckles slightly.
“I’m not forgiving you for that, that was torture.” Shawn laughs, pulling back to place a kiss on my lips before slinging his arm over my shoulder and leading me out the door.
“So about that lunch date..” He trails off grinning at me.
“Sounds like a plan.” I smile back, leaning into his embrace. Its a few moments of a comfortable silence, the bakery only a couple blocks away from the stadium, when Shawn breaks the quietness.
“What did you tell them that made them cry?”